The Girl Bosses Young Stud Employee

The girl bosses' worst employee becomes her biggest asset [F41M23][F dom][eating her out under the desk][intense orgasm]

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Come in!" Tiffany shouted behind her closed office door. Tyler slowly opening it, showing fearful body language, and danger in his eyes; he knew he was in trouble.

"You wanted to see me Tiff?" He asked with his shoulders sinking and a slight tremor to his voice.

"Tyler... I've told you this before. I'm your boss not your friend... do not call me Tiff!" Tiffany said bluntly with authority, taking her fingers off her keyboard and clasping her hands together to face Tyler.

"I... I apologize Miss Garcia..."

Tiffany took her glasses off her face and began to wipe her lenses with her shirt, letting the awkward silence from the apology fill the room, all while staring into Tyler's soul. This had become one of her favorite corporate strategies she'd picked up over the years; many a reportee or middle manager falling victim to her overpowering presence. There's strength in beauty and Tiffany Garcia was a perfect example.

"Take a seat Tyler!" She ordered, sparing him from the deafening silence.

Tyler did just that, breathing shallowly, fiddling with the Oura ring on his right pinky, wiping his sweaty nervous palms on his old navy khakis.

"What's going on Miss Garcia? Am I in trouble?"

"Tyler... I know you just got out of college and office life can be an adjustment" she said crossing her arms, pushing her breast together, exaggerating the crack of her cleavage revealed by the white button down shirt, top two buttons undone. "But I know you know right from wrong".

Tiffany's bright blue eyes shot paralyzing daggers into Tyler's hazel eyes. A bead of sweat began to run down from Tyler's forehead, prompted by the hot summer work day and his own anxiety. He tried his best to form words but he was completely frozen under Tiffany's intimidation.

"Tyler... I noticed that when you work from home you're significantly less productive" Tiffany stated bluntly while pulling the scrunchy from her shiny blond hair, letting it fall elegantly over her shoulders.

Tyler began stammering "M-Miss Garcia... I"

"Tyler, I asked IT to log your activity from the days you worked from home...". You could hear a pin drop in her office as that same deafening silence filled the warm air again. "What we discovered was not only were you not being productive... but we also found that you were visiting some adult websites while on the clock..."

Tyler's body started to shake, and his breath grew shallow and rapid, the beginning of tears forming in his eyes, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of shame.

"N... no! T-that can't be r-right!" Tyler's voice squeaked out.

"Oh no... it's correct. Wait a minute what do we have here??" Tiffany said staring a hole through Tyler's eyes while bringing up his history on her computer.

"You seem to have several links in your history going to my Facebook page as well..." she said angrily through her teeth.

"You REALLY seem to like Olivia's bachelorette party album..."

"Miss Garcia... I"

"Nothing you could say would make pleasuring yourself to my bikini photos okay... you know all of this is a fireable offense right?" Tiffany explained narrowing her eyes and clasping her fists together on the desk.

"I'm sorry! Pl--"

"Zip it!" Tiffany barked out in a feisty voice. "Answer me this Tyler and you better be honest! How many times have you touched yourself to my photos" she continued crossing her right leg over her left in her skirt.

"I-I w-well..."

Tiffany slammed her fist on the desk and shouted "answer me!"

"At... at least.. fi... fifty!" He blurted out.

Shock formed in Tiffany's eyes, losing her cool for just a split second before she quickly recollected dominance of the conversation.

"You're such a perv... lusting over a women who in her 40s not to mention your own boss! Although looking through your pornhub history I'm not surprised..."

Tylers face was covered in sweat. He was absolutely mortified and yet he couldn't help but noticed he'd started getting hard. "Please Miss Garcia... I... I can't lose this job! I'll do anything!"

Tiffany let the silence in the room sink in for over a minute, clasping her chin in her

palms--thinking. "Anything huh? All right Tyler listen up, I have a task that'll determine if youre employed or unemployed when you leave this room.

Tylers heart hammered agains his ribs. He was fucked... he was terrible at his job and was at best a net neutral for his teams efficiency.

"Get under my desk and go down on me!" Tiffany said bluntly.

"Wha... wait... what?"

"Oh shut up, you heard me! If you can bring me to orgasm in a reasonable time, you can keep your job."

Tyler blinked and froze like a deer in headlights. Tiffany in turn brought her hands under her skirt, grabbing her panties and pulling them down.

Tyler's mouth widened as he couldn't believe what was happening right in front of him. He was terrified and still he was hard as a rock excited to serve his boss.

"Well? What're you waiting for?" Tiffany asked smirking, spinning her laced purple thong around her finger. "Get down here. Let's go!"

Tyler made his way down to his knees underneath the desk. Tiffany sat back in her luxurious leather chair, her black skirt riding up her thighs, granting him better access to her glistening pussy. Even Tiffany had to admit the power dynamic and tension in the room were getting her hot and bothered.

"Now Tyler, be a good boy: listen to what I say and maybe I won't fire your dumb ass" Tiffany commanded sternly looking down at her reportee.

"Okay..." he answered nervously yet with a hint of excitement. It's wasn't how he dreamed about it but he was soon about to pleasure his gorgeous bosses most secretive and sensitive spot. Tiffany kicking out at him in her white heels, not enough to hurt him but enough to let him know he responded incorrectly.

"Yes ma'am!" Tyler yelped out correcting himself.

"Good. Now get me warmed up and kiss my thighs. Don't skip out on the tongue!" Tiffany ordered, returning to her documentation work.

Tyler began getting to work starting from just above the knee and working his way closer and closer, Tiffany's alluring scent guiding him. He'd done this before, he was popular with the ladies on campus, many a young woman moaning his name while they climaxed on his tongue. This however was a completely different challenge, one where he'd have to bring his A game!

Tyler got half way down Tiffany's thigh before he noticed the quiet moans coming from under her breath. Noticing this and feeling a little bold even with his job on the line he switched to his tongue, slowly teasing her, getting just within reach of her pussy--and then alternating to the other thigh.

As the cycle kept repeating, Tiffany began to push her hips out each time Tyler's tongue would come ever so close, close enough to feel the radiating heat of her now clearly aroused slit. It was almost as if she forgot that she was the one in control for just those little moments.

Tiffany's hands left the keyboard, looking to give her full focus for the main event. The one that would determine whether Tyler was back in the office tomorrow or in the metaphorical unemployment line. She knew he was going to put in his full effort as a "lover" here and she wanted to sit back and soak it all in.

Tiffany's hand grabbed the top of Tyler's head, her breathing heavy and her palm damp with the fear and thrill of someone potentially walking in. "Ok enough of that" she whispered softly but sternly "eat it!"

She pushed Tyler's head directly into her warm, wet mound and let the games begin. Tyler started off lightly, taking his time exploring her entire pussy, listening closely to her moans, her breathing, her body language in pursuit of a weakness. He soon found one...

Quickly once it was exposed, a flurry of expletives started escaping Tiffany under her breath as she dug her nails into

the desk. Tyler found that if he sucked on the length of her labia while leaving little lip nibbles as a parting gift, her feet began to bend and clench haphazardly, and her taste would get stronger with the increasing flow of her sweet lust.

"Wow... you're re-REally good at this actually *oh fuck* Jesus that's like the perfect fucking spot!" Tiffany complimented for once as her head laid on the desk, her stomach rising and falling rapidly beneath the table with her heavy moans.

Hearing this Tyler executed phase 2 going for her clit. He started off nice and slow relaxing his tongue as wide as possible and just easily brushing against it. The tremor he felt through her thighs was all the confirmation he needed to continue. He began to add little sucks and the lightest of nibbles to the equation as well.

Even though she was such a poweful girl boss here she was leaning back in her chair, biting her lip, eyes fluttering, and whimpering. Not moaning. Whimpering! Less than 10 minutes ago Tyler was getting chewed out and now he had his girl boss in ecstasy. But he wasn't done there...

He took his right hand, ring and middle finger together and began teasing Tiffany right at her opening, heavy gasps coming from above him as he did so. Tiffany's body jerked and she grabbed the top of Tyler's head with both hands. "Stop FUCking teasing me and put them in damn it!" She demanded taking back control.

She didn't need to tell him twice. He hooked the two fingers inside of her and began to stimulate her g spot using the always trusty "come hither" technique.

"yes... yes... yes... ohhh just like thatttt" she moaned out now leaving a hand behind his head humping his mouth. Tiffany couldn't believe it, she'd always fantasized about this: a hot young stud, eating her out under the desk of her own fishbowl office.

The heat of the moment was making her boil up inside. She could feel it coming from deep within, she was gonna cum so hard all over her subordinates face. She reached her hand into the opening of her shirt going right into her Victoria's Secret bra cup and started pulling, pinching, and teasing her hard sensitive nipple in reckless pursuit of maximum pleasure!

"Ahhhhhhh hahhhhh" Tiffany whimpered, legs now fully shaking under the impending climax. "That's it Tyler... don't stop... don't stop... DONT. STOP." she cried out as she slammed her palm over her mouth and let out the most feral of muffled gasps. Her eyes rolled back, her pussy embraced Tyler's dripping wet fingers like a vice grip, and her legs shook uncontrollably for a whole minute!

As the waves of orgasm ran their course through her body, Tiffany took a look down at Tyler. His face was covered in her wetness and an obvious boner was protruding against his zipper. She looked down at the tears her nails caused to her expensive leather chair and the stain she'd left at the edge of it. The aroma of her pussy palpable in the air.

"Ok Tyler... a deals a deal. Go back to your desk and get your act together!" She said demandingly yet still weak from the afterglow of her earth shattering climax.

"Sounds good Ms. Garcia, thank you!" He said wiping off her release with his sleeve and exiting the office.

Tiffany waited till the door shut to reach down and pull her thong back up, getting coated with her aftermath as she collected herself again

She opened her desk drawer, pulling out the bottle of scotch and took a long swig straight from the bottle... feeling more satisfied and alive than she had in years!